Memories play a very large - but confusing role.
They make you laugh when you remember the times you've cried, they make you cry when you remember the times you've laughed.
You remember the way you felt when people complimented on how your shirt brings out the color of your eyes, or how your cheeks turn a bright red when you are happy.
When you drop food on your favorite shirt, or when someone close to you, forgets all the memories you had... you remember when someone walks away for the last time.
The way you feel when they don't come back, even after every call, every cry... they just... walk away.
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"Vanya? Are you okay?" I asked the small woman.
She glared at me, her white eyes slowly fading back into the warm brown, that they once were.
Without saying a word she stepped towards the door, and walked away.
Shit! Not again.
"No! Vanya don't leave!" I called out to her.
No use.
Okay, calm down... think. If I break the chair, I'm free, right?
I hopped, once, twice; the chair slowly tipped over, landing on my back with a loud bang, not realizing my arms tied to the back of the chair.
"Ow! Uhg." I yelled at the pain.
Nope, still not free.
"Janessa!" I heard a faint call coming from outside.
"Vanya!?" A deeper voice called.
"Five! Diego!" I shouted back.
The two boys ran into the small house.
"Janessa! Thank God you're okay!" Five said running over to where I was lying.
"What the hell happened to him?" Diego asked, pointing to the dead Harold.
"You're tied to a chair." He continued.
"Wow Diego. I love how you stated the obvious with such a sense of discovery. And there's me, wondering why you have the subtlety of a brick and the depth of a shot glass." I said without a breath.
Diego looked at me with such confusion on his face I couldn't help but laugh.
"What's so funny?" He pressed Five.
"She just called you dumb, in seven different ways." Five spoke, a smile playing up on his lips.
Diego rolled his eyes and knelt by Harold. Five knelt beside my head.
"How the hell did you end up on your back?" He whispered to me. I rolled my eyes and gave a sigh.
"Just please help me get up." I whispered back.
He stood up, grabbed the space on the chair, in between my legs, and pushed me upright.
"Thank you, now please untie me." I continued.
He moved to the back of the chair. Trailing his fingers down my arm towards the rope.
I gave a small shiver. Still not used to the soft touch that Five was giving me.
He slowly untied the ropes. Freeing me, for the 100th time.
I got up, and wrapped my arms around the boy's warm body.
"Thank you for coming." I stammered.
"I wouldn't leave you Janessa, you know that right? Not now, not ever." He replied into my hair. I smiled to myself.
Not now, not ever.
"I'd hate to break up this... ummm, moment." Diego started.
"So why do it?" I cut in.
"We have to find Vanya, she could be in trouble. Janessa do you know where she could've gone? Did she say anything to you?" He continued, ignoring my statement.
I let go of my hold on Five, but he pulled me back towards him.
"Well um... she mentioned talking to you guys." I said.
"Okay so that's where we will start, let's go back to the academy, see if she has turned up." Diego said in authority.
I rolled my eyes and followed him out the door.
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After a few hours of dead silence, I was becoming tired. Five sat in the back of the car with me, letting me lean my head against his shoulder. Diego was driving.
As I lay my head on his small shoulder, he hummed a song into my ear... it was very simple and short, yet, I could tell it meant a lot to him, it had meaning, a story behind it.
I gradually got to sleep... his humming calming my nerves and creating peace.
"Janessa." I heard a whisper in my ear.
I groaned softly in response.
"She's asleep, I will not wake her." The voice said again, in a louder tone.
Suddenly I was not lying in the car, someone lifted me up.
My eyes shot open in alarm.
"Put me down!" I screamed.
"Hey! It's okay, it's me." Five replied. He had lifted me out the car and was now carrying me towards the door of the academy.
I sighed. I was not in the mood to argue. Besides I didn't mind being carried once in a while.
Five, somehow, carried me upstairs and into his room. He gently placed me on his bed, and started to walk away.
I grabbed the sleeve of his jacket, stopping him from taking another step further away.
"Stay." I remarked.
He sighed, looked at the door, then back at me.
"Okay, yea sure. Only for a short while, mon amour." He shrugged, before turning to sit beside me.
I smiled at the word he had called me. 'Mon amour' I had very little clue on what that meant. I just hoped he hadn't cursed me.
I closed my eyes for a few seconds still grinning.
When I opened them again he was gone.
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Protective
Teen FictionAgain that part of me was hoping... wishing I would see those green eyes that belonged to the boy who saved me, hurt me, and let me go. "Thank you for coming." I whispered to Five, who was now leaning over me, inches from my lips. "I wouldn't leave...
